Prince Charming ✓

Prince Charming ✓

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****CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING**** (Chapters with asterisks ** have not been edited yet) edited once: * unedited: ** Prince Aryan needs a princess. Or so his father tells him. ********* "How come I've never met you before?" He asked after a moment of silence. "Probably because I'm new." I scoffed. "I started a week ago. And people like you don't usually notice people like me." "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Exactly what you'd think. You're a prince, I'm basically a servant here. I work in exchange for a place to sleep, food, and clothes." "It's not my fault you're new." He grumbled. "I guess not. I never stay in a kingdom long before leaving." "Does that mean you're leaving here too?" Aryan asked, seemingly disappointed. "We'll see." I shrugged. Of course I was leaving, but I couldn't tell him that. He could try to stop me. "Why do you leave?" He asked. "Why do you stay?"
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